280: Xu Qingfeng: This works too! ? ? ?

"Wah~ Ah!!!! Hahaha!!"

Wang Feng was startled by Xu Qingfeng's sudden dog-like bark, looking at him with suspicion, wondering what madness had suddenly seized him.

"So cool!!"

Xu Qingfeng snapped his fan shut and shouted towards the sky with his hands cupped around his mouth.

Uh… well, Wang Feng understood. Xu Qingfeng had a severe case of social exhibitionism.

Because he had also shouted like that before, he truly empathized.

Jiang Hanxi, however, found it a bit difficult to comprehend, her white gauze bamboo hat rustling softly in the strong breeze.

Wang Feng looked at the boundless plain before him; there were no mountains, no trees, only weeds like seedlings.

A gentle breeze swept by, making Jiang Hanxi's white long dress cling to her legs and rustle, making her appear like a celestial maiden.

Wang Feng, standing beside her, was no less impressive, his white long robe fluttering, his hand holding Jiang Hanxi's.

The scene at this moment was like a painting: Immortal Lord Welcoming Immortal.

"Brother Wang, do you see that Giant Gate guarded by people not far away?"

Xu Qingfeng finished speaking and turned to look at Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi, his eyes momentarily dazed by the scene before him.

Looking at this pair of divine companions, at this moment, he only wanted to recite a poem, but alas, he hadn't studied much poetry, which was awkward.

"I see it. Is the Qi Luck Battle Realm behind that Giant Gate?"

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and guessed, the wind on this large plain was indeed quite strong.

Wang Feng quietly walked a little in front of Jiang Hanxi, shielding her from some of the blowing breeze, so that her white gauze bamboo hat wouldn't hit her face.

"Follow me, this young master will take you to see."

Xu Qingfeng put away his fan, took out a long sword that was white on one side and crimson on the other, and stepped onto it.

Seeing this, Wang Feng also threw out his Xingchen Sword, its entirely dark blade dotted with golden specks, seemingly possessing an overbearing aura.

Jiang Hanxi was about to take out her Cold Sword when Wang Feng's shout interrupted her.

"Wife, come up!"

Wang Feng let go of Jiang Hanxi's left hand, stood in front of her, and crouched down slightly, patting his own back.

Jiang Hanxi stood still, wondering what she was thinking, seemingly hesitating if it would be too unseemly.

"Wife, you're not afraid I can't carry you, are you?"

Wang Feng teased her playfully. As for not being able to carry her, that was certainly false, after all, increasing cultivation didn't increase weight.

"No."

"Then hurry up and come on! Oh my, yesterday was too intense, my back seems to be getting weak. Are you going to watch your Husband stay like this, half-crouching?"

Wang Feng covered his waist with his right hand, looking miserable, though anyone with eyes could see he was faking it.

Xu Qingfeng, standing on his Sky Gold Crimson Moon Sword, watched this scene, feeling a bit speechless. Could this trick really fool her?

"Alright, alright then..."

Jiang Hanxi hesitated for a moment, then finally responded softly, pushing the thought of taking out her Cold Sword to the back of her mind, no longer caring whether it was unseemly or not.

She raised her slender arms and gently wrapped them around Wang Feng's neck, slowly leaning onto his back. Wang Feng held her thighs and stood up in one swift motion.

If Jiang Hanxi were on Blue Star at this moment, there would be a word to describe her: 'love-struck!'

A cold and arrogant empress like her, who had never touched a man, once she fell in love with someone,

She would love that person to death, and would not betray him even after she died.

Wang Feng stepped onto his High-Grade Xingchen Sword, and with a thought of his divine consciousness, he flew in front of Xu Qingfeng, whose mouth was slightly agape in an 'O' shape.

"Brother Xu, let's go!"

Wang Feng looked at him, chuckled, and gently raised his right eyebrow, as if asking, 'Isn't your Brother Wang handsome?'

Then Wang Feng, carrying the obedient Jiang Hanxi on his back, flew off towards the Giant Gate.

Leaving Xu Qingfeng behind, mouth agape, eyes wide, somewhat stiffly turning his head to follow Wang Feng's direction.

"No, Brother Wang, with your clumsy acting, didn't your wife see through it?!"

Xu Qingfeng couldn't understand why Wang Feng's obvious trap was something his wife, like an idiot, willingly jumped into.

Unable to comprehend it or not, Xu Qingfeng stiffly suppressed his shock and quickly followed in Wang Feng's direction.

When Xu Qingfeng landed again, Wang Feng was crouching not far from the Giant Gate, setting up a small grave mound.

"Hardi, it was Big Brother who harmed you. I'm sorry."

Wang Feng was a bit melancholic. He had once used his Great Emperor Azure Dragon Divine Sense to search for Hardi's figure after that slap.

But he hadn't found a single trace; it might have already turned to ash.

Now that he had time, Wang Feng thought of setting up a grave for it outside this Qi Luck Battle Realm, hoping it could find happiness in its next life.

Wang Feng took out a large clump of Hardi's black and white fur from his storage space; he had secretly plucked it when he was with Hardi.

Originally, he had even thought of slowly plucking enough to make a purely warm sweater while Hardi was asleep and not paying attention.

But now it seemed... it wouldn't happen...

Wang Feng dug a large pit on the grave, put Hardi's almost half-human-tall clump of fur into it, and reburied the pit.

Finally, he took out a green stone tablet, drawn from the system's prize pool, and firmly embedded it in front of the grave mound.

Then, he used his fingertip to engrave:

Ha

Di

's

Tomb

"Don't be a younger brother in your next life. Let you be an emperor."

Wang Feng's eyes were slightly red after speaking, but only slightly. His nose felt a little sore, but he didn't cry.

Because he had lived for nine lives, for thousands of years, and had seen too many such partings of life and death.